There was a feeling in the air that April morning
When sadness engulfed me without any warning.
Teens going to school cell phones held to faces
Knowing nothing of real adventures or of secret places,
No one chalking hopscotch on road or pavement
Waiting to escape schools daily enslavement.
Girls laughing and enjoying their fitness to play.
Skirts tucked into bloomers, so they won't get in the way
Boys and their arrows fired high in the air
Where they came down they just didn’t care.
Roller skates and spinning tops, glass marbles galore,
Nobody seem to be playing these games anymore.
Little girls had prams with dollies in them too.
Sue, Betty and Carol, and names now sadly taboo.
Coloured playing cards stuck in shiny bicycle spokes
Sounded like a motorbike with the noise it invokes.
Potatoes in hot glowing embers, a pleasure to see
Washed down with some sweet, smoke flavoured tea.
Wild garlic lay crushed beneath our naked feet
while dancing bluebells helped make the world complete.
Now stand roads and endless bays of reinforced concrete
waiting for out of town stores and the man in the street
Today the flowers are long gone, the woods no more
Lost are mysterious paths for children to explore
A dandelion unfaltering thrusts up a golden head
Easing through a tiny crack slowly starting to spread,
Stubborn, and not yet ready to be cast to one side
Like us with our ills, it continues on living with gentle pride.
I still think our past was better and we did have more fun.
Who would play indoors when they could be in the sun?
So here we stay on top with our meds and our issues
Grateful for an endless supply of our Kleenex tissues.
Have a great exacerbation free Easter.